I arrived in Milan. I was delighted to see that the mansion had not changed since my last visit.
“Welcome, master.”
Even though the landlord who had gone to die returned, the veteran butler bowed politely without showing any sign of it.
Shish and I headed straight to the second floor. We opened the red door quite naturally and entered the bedroom.
"Wow."
Shit smells!
Shish laughed as I walked around the room sniffing.
“Do you want to sleep or eat?”
“I want to eat and sleep.”
“I asked a stupid question.”
Shish, who smiled slightly, prepared the meal while I washed up.
As I soaked my body in warm water, I felt my stiff shoulders and aching limbs loosen up.
“Is it all over now?”
Yuno and Titiana likely went to the afterlife, either from the magic power from Yuno's heart or from the explosion. They didn't survive the first time, so this time will be no different.
Especially considering the kindness shown to me by the scribe of Shish, Titiana must have died.
“It’s over...”
I'm still in a daze.
It all ended once, but for me, something that was quite a while ago just happened again.
“Thank you, though.”
How empty were the days I spent failing to acknowledge Shish's death.
I eat, go to bed, occasionally have a cup of tea, then turn off the lights and lie down as if nothing had happened.
Then, suddenly, a shadow of darkness looms over me. Heavy and fearful, it whispers, "That person is no longer with you. You will never see them again."
I don't want to hear this story, so I cover my ears and shake my head.
I try my best to think of something else, but the effect is fleeting. At one point, while I'm eating, a photo of a meal I had with him suddenly pops up in my photo album.
That's when I feel it.
I can't meet Shish anymore, I thought.
The funny thing is, we do something else to push this fact away.
I forget for a moment, but at some point, memories creep in. This process repeats, and I'm gradually consumed by depression.
It's better to risk death than to repeat that process.
“Oh, right, clothes.”
I went outside worriedly, and there was a neatly arranged one-piece dress at the bathroom entrance, but the owner of the room was nowhere to be seen.
If you have it, you can go all the way this time.
I was trying to suppress my regret and get dressed, but then Shish appeared with wet hair.
“Why don’t you wash here?”
“I don’t think I could stand it if I went straight into the bathroom that the master used.”
I quickly took a step back at the sight of him smiling slightly.
It's dangerous!
I took back what I said earlier about going all the way. I'm not ready yet!
“Should I dry your hair?”
"Yes."
Unlike me, who was in pajamas, Shish was wearing a bathrobe, and I could glimpse her firm chest. I lowered my head slightly to avoid being caught rolling my eyes.
Fortunately, Shish didn't seem to notice anything, and soon his delicate hands began drying my hair.
It had been so long since I had seen you that I felt unfamiliar and tired, but I felt good and laughed.
"Good?"
"Yes."
“I’ll do it for the rest of my life.”
As the tension eased, the sleep that had been pouring down my face suddenly vanished.
Is this a confession? A confession? Are you asking me to marry you?
I pressed my flushed cheeks and secretly took a deep breath. But no further words were spoken.
Wait, don't you have something to give me?
I took advantage of the moment when Shish paused to look back at him.
"Why?"
"No."
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s nothing.”
The butler gave me a ring. Rings are something that are only given between special people.
Of course, I know that Shish likes me very much, but I want to make the ending perfect by getting a ring.
Shish, I don't know what happened, and since you came back alive, of course, you wouldn't think of giving it to me now, but I want to receive it.
“Master, I think there’s something I want to tell you. What is it?”
“Don’t you have anything to give me?”
Shish looked at me as if asking what I was talking about, and I was embarrassed.
“Dry my hair.”
“I told you everything.”
I touched my hair, and it was really soft.
“I’ll bring a comb.”
As if he really had nothing to give, Shish left without hesitation, leaving me with a strange feeling.
“I’m the only one in a hurry, only me.”
Yeah, you have to give them time. Shish must be so surprised, having just come back from the dead. Yeah?
I closed my eyes and shook my legs, but soon I felt a presence behind me.
“Master, have you learned mind-reading by any chance?”
When Shish, sitting behind me, stretched out his hand, he was holding a familiar box.
“I originally thought I was going to die, so I asked the butler to give it to you, but since I’m alive, I’ll give it to you myself.”
When I opened the box, a ring made of a cut red diamond was sitting there, emitting a brilliant light.
Shish, who was holding the ring, took hold of my left hand and opened it.
“I don’t know if you know, Master, but giving you a ring means that we will be together forever.”
I know, so come on, join me.
Before I could even finish muttering to myself, a ring was placed on my ring finger.
“Master.”
"Yes?"
“Now, Master, you must live with me for the rest of your life.”
The lips that touched the nape of my neck and the voice that rose up my throat were so sincere that goosebumps began to run down my spine.
The hand stroking my stomach was gentle yet insistent. The heat I could feel through the thin fabric made my body flush.
“Even if you want to leave now, I won’t let you go.”
Oh no, I forgot that this guy is an obsessive male lead.
“Answer me. You're not leaving. Yes?”
I was about to say I understood, but before I could, Shish added something strange.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll do that until you cry.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
My lips were shut before I could even answer, and soon I felt a hand sweeping down the inside of my thigh.
“Master, Master. Open your eyes for a moment.”
I opened my eyes slightly at the touch of a hand on my cheek and saw a handsome man smiling at me.
Is this a dream or reality?
“Master, I’m going to the palace.”
Shish, neatly combed and dressed, was smiling. Was it more fatal to see him half-asleep, or was it just a handsome man who'd been punched in the face?
"I might be a little late, because I have a lot of work to do. I'll pack your luggage and send it here, so you have to check to see if anything's missing. Understood?"
I blankly nodded my head up and down as I looked at his handsome face.
“I’m going to negotiate with the Marquis of Hayley, but the Marchioness might come to see you.”
“Right. Oh, right. Didn’t we contact each other yesterday?”
“You did. But they’re not the kind of people who would just sit still after hearing the news.”
I had completely forgotten about them.
“The Marquis and his wife are very worried about my master.”
"My mother might be coming. Are you okay? You don't like having people over."
"Of course I don't want them here... but they're still my master's guardians, so there's nothing I can do. Of course, if my master wants to see them."
Considering Shish's habit of never letting outsiders into his mansion, this is a huge letdown.
For me.
"Anyway, I can't stop my parents from visiting if I'm going to stay here until I get married. So, I guess there's nothing I can do."
I saw it.
At the word 'marriage', Shish's earlobes turned red as if they were going to burn.
I pretended not to notice out of courtesy, and Shish kissed my cheek as if nothing had happened.
“Since the master also needs to rest today, I will ask them to visit you around the weekend.”
“Yeah. Have a nice trip.”
Shish looked back at me several times before leaving the bedroom, and I stared blankly at the canopy.
So, last night I ended up passing out.
It wasn't like I did anything special, but just the finger exercises that Shish was good at made me burst into tears a few times, and I eventually lost my mind.
I shouted, "Let's do it, let's just go all the way," but Shish smiled mischievously.
“Master, didn’t you say you’d only do it with your husband? I can’t do it because I’m not your husband yet?” he whispered.
This is how you use the random words I said!
“...So when can I get married?”
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
The first place Shish headed to after arriving at the palace was the Crown Prince's palace.
“This is a report.”
He put a bundle of papers down on the Crown Prince's desk.
“Before you review the report, I have something to tell you.”
Cesar, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept the night before, stopped turning over the report.
“You said, Your Highness, the Crown Prince is like the sun?”
Cesar, powerless to rebuke the prime minister for speaking without his permission, listened quietly. The prime minister had returned alive, and his power remained strong.
There was no need to provoke it.
Above all, Shish knew Cesar's fault.
“They say you’re the kind of person who always overcomes difficulties with steadfast determination. Do you see yourself that way?”
Cesar bit the inside of his mouth at the sneer that hung on his thin lips.
This was the answer he got when he asked his close junior whether she liked him.
He couldn't believe it, but he couldn't deny the story the other person told him, one by one.
Even in terms of social etiquette, the junior's behavior was impeccable, that of a man and woman of marriageable age, with no relationship whatsoever. His trip, which he had authorized for the sole purpose of resting, was a deviation.
“Did you tell her?”
Although there was no subject, Shish understood what Cesar was trying to say. It was the same reason he had always wanted to keep Retri and Shish apart.
What he meant was that he told her that he had lied to Shish.
“Welcome, master.”
Even though the landlord who had gone to die returned, the veteran butler bowed politely without showing any sign of it.
Shish and I headed straight to the second floor. We opened the red door quite naturally and entered the bedroom.
"Wow."
Shit smells!
Shish laughed as I walked around the room sniffing.
“Do you want to sleep or eat?”
“I want to eat and sleep.”
“I asked a stupid question.”
Shish, who smiled slightly, prepared the meal while I washed up.
As I soaked my body in warm water, I felt my stiff shoulders and aching limbs loosen up.
“Is it all over now?”
Yuno and Titiana likely went to the afterlife, either from the magic power from Yuno's heart or from the explosion. They didn't survive the first time, so this time will be no different.
Especially considering the kindness shown to me by the scribe of Shish, Titiana must have died.
“It’s over...”
I'm still in a daze.
It all ended once, but for me, something that was quite a while ago just happened again.
“Thank you, though.”
How empty were the days I spent failing to acknowledge Shish's death.
I eat, go to bed, occasionally have a cup of tea, then turn off the lights and lie down as if nothing had happened.
Then, suddenly, a shadow of darkness looms over me. Heavy and fearful, it whispers, "That person is no longer with you. You will never see them again."
I don't want to hear this story, so I cover my ears and shake my head.
I try my best to think of something else, but the effect is fleeting. At one point, while I'm eating, a photo of a meal I had with him suddenly pops up in my photo album.
That's when I feel it.
I can't meet Shish anymore, I thought.
The funny thing is, we do something else to push this fact away.
I forget for a moment, but at some point, memories creep in. This process repeats, and I'm gradually consumed by depression.
It's better to risk death than to repeat that process.
“Oh, right, clothes.”
I went outside worriedly, and there was a neatly arranged one-piece dress at the bathroom entrance, but the owner of the room was nowhere to be seen.
If you have it, you can go all the way this time.
I was trying to suppress my regret and get dressed, but then Shish appeared with wet hair.
“Why don’t you wash here?”
“I don’t think I could stand it if I went straight into the bathroom that the master used.”
I quickly took a step back at the sight of him smiling slightly.
It's dangerous!
I took back what I said earlier about going all the way. I'm not ready yet!
“Should I dry your hair?”
"Yes."
Unlike me, who was in pajamas, Shish was wearing a bathrobe, and I could glimpse her firm chest. I lowered my head slightly to avoid being caught rolling my eyes.
Fortunately, Shish didn't seem to notice anything, and soon his delicate hands began drying my hair.
It had been so long since I had seen you that I felt unfamiliar and tired, but I felt good and laughed.
"Good?"
"Yes."
“I’ll do it for the rest of my life.”
As the tension eased, the sleep that had been pouring down my face suddenly vanished.
Is this a confession? A confession? Are you asking me to marry you?
I pressed my flushed cheeks and secretly took a deep breath. But no further words were spoken.
Wait, don't you have something to give me?
I took advantage of the moment when Shish paused to look back at him.
"Why?"
"No."
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s nothing.”
The butler gave me a ring. Rings are something that are only given between special people.
Of course, I know that Shish likes me very much, but I want to make the ending perfect by getting a ring.
Shish, I don't know what happened, and since you came back alive, of course, you wouldn't think of giving it to me now, but I want to receive it.
“Master, I think there’s something I want to tell you. What is it?”
“Don’t you have anything to give me?”
Shish looked at me as if asking what I was talking about, and I was embarrassed.
“Dry my hair.”
“I told you everything.”
I touched my hair, and it was really soft.
“I’ll bring a comb.”
As if he really had nothing to give, Shish left without hesitation, leaving me with a strange feeling.
“I’m the only one in a hurry, only me.”
Yeah, you have to give them time. Shish must be so surprised, having just come back from the dead. Yeah?
I closed my eyes and shook my legs, but soon I felt a presence behind me.
“Master, have you learned mind-reading by any chance?”
When Shish, sitting behind me, stretched out his hand, he was holding a familiar box.
“I originally thought I was going to die, so I asked the butler to give it to you, but since I’m alive, I’ll give it to you myself.”
When I opened the box, a ring made of a cut red diamond was sitting there, emitting a brilliant light.
Shish, who was holding the ring, took hold of my left hand and opened it.
“I don’t know if you know, Master, but giving you a ring means that we will be together forever.”
I know, so come on, join me.
Before I could even finish muttering to myself, a ring was placed on my ring finger.
“Master.”
"Yes?"
“Now, Master, you must live with me for the rest of your life.”
The lips that touched the nape of my neck and the voice that rose up my throat were so sincere that goosebumps began to run down my spine.
The hand stroking my stomach was gentle yet insistent. The heat I could feel through the thin fabric made my body flush.
“Even if you want to leave now, I won’t let you go.”
Oh no, I forgot that this guy is an obsessive male lead.
“Answer me. You're not leaving. Yes?”
I was about to say I understood, but before I could, Shish added something strange.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll do that until you cry.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
My lips were shut before I could even answer, and soon I felt a hand sweeping down the inside of my thigh.
***
“Master, Master. Open your eyes for a moment.”
I opened my eyes slightly at the touch of a hand on my cheek and saw a handsome man smiling at me.
Is this a dream or reality?
“Master, I’m going to the palace.”
Shish, neatly combed and dressed, was smiling. Was it more fatal to see him half-asleep, or was it just a handsome man who'd been punched in the face?
"I might be a little late, because I have a lot of work to do. I'll pack your luggage and send it here, so you have to check to see if anything's missing. Understood?"
I blankly nodded my head up and down as I looked at his handsome face.
“I’m going to negotiate with the Marquis of Hayley, but the Marchioness might come to see you.”
“Right. Oh, right. Didn’t we contact each other yesterday?”
“You did. But they’re not the kind of people who would just sit still after hearing the news.”
I had completely forgotten about them.
“The Marquis and his wife are very worried about my master.”
"My mother might be coming. Are you okay? You don't like having people over."
"Of course I don't want them here... but they're still my master's guardians, so there's nothing I can do. Of course, if my master wants to see them."
Considering Shish's habit of never letting outsiders into his mansion, this is a huge letdown.
For me.
"Anyway, I can't stop my parents from visiting if I'm going to stay here until I get married. So, I guess there's nothing I can do."
I saw it.
At the word 'marriage', Shish's earlobes turned red as if they were going to burn.
I pretended not to notice out of courtesy, and Shish kissed my cheek as if nothing had happened.
“Since the master also needs to rest today, I will ask them to visit you around the weekend.”
“Yeah. Have a nice trip.”
Shish looked back at me several times before leaving the bedroom, and I stared blankly at the canopy.
So, last night I ended up passing out.
It wasn't like I did anything special, but just the finger exercises that Shish was good at made me burst into tears a few times, and I eventually lost my mind.
I shouted, "Let's do it, let's just go all the way," but Shish smiled mischievously.
“Master, didn’t you say you’d only do it with your husband? I can’t do it because I’m not your husband yet?” he whispered.
This is how you use the random words I said!
“...So when can I get married?”
***
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
The first place Shish headed to after arriving at the palace was the Crown Prince's palace.
“This is a report.”
He put a bundle of papers down on the Crown Prince's desk.
“Before you review the report, I have something to tell you.”
Cesar, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept the night before, stopped turning over the report.
“You said, Your Highness, the Crown Prince is like the sun?”
Cesar, powerless to rebuke the prime minister for speaking without his permission, listened quietly. The prime minister had returned alive, and his power remained strong.
There was no need to provoke it.
Above all, Shish knew Cesar's fault.
“They say you’re the kind of person who always overcomes difficulties with steadfast determination. Do you see yourself that way?”
Cesar bit the inside of his mouth at the sneer that hung on his thin lips.
This was the answer he got when he asked his close junior whether she liked him.
He couldn't believe it, but he couldn't deny the story the other person told him, one by one.
Even in terms of social etiquette, the junior's behavior was impeccable, that of a man and woman of marriageable age, with no relationship whatsoever. His trip, which he had authorized for the sole purpose of resting, was a deviation.
“Did you tell her?”
Although there was no subject, Shish understood what Cesar was trying to say. It was the same reason he had always wanted to keep Retri and Shish apart.
What he meant was that he told her that he had lied to Shish.
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